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Saksham had seen his mother cry many times – she could cry at any advertisement where a child was being horrible to their parent – but he had not seen her inconsolable before. Usually, a joke here from his father, and a funny face there from him and she would forget her tears and laugh…
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Once upon a time, I was a king. No, this isn’t a fantasy story that I’m writing although the opening is making me question whyever not. But, it’s a truth. When I was in the seventh grade, because none of the tall boys in our class were available, it was decided that I’d play a…
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Don’t ask me why this post is called sway with me. Maybe because I needed something with the letter S and rebel without a cause or say hello to your inner-saboteur sound like “been there done that” type of titles. Sway with me sounds infinitely clever and fun. What is shocking though is despite everything,…
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I’m usually wary of reading books that Bookstagram swears by – or a book that has won too many literary awards. I can never figure out why it’s famous in the case of the former, and the latter are usually pretentious, obnoxious and many times unreadable. But what pushed me into picking up this book…
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Over the past two and a half years, I have read a disturbing amount of fanfiction and an okay amount of romance novels. I was going through my “read” books and saw an interesting pattern: I was reading more queer romances than straight romances.
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When I was little, I had two books that were the size of a pocket square: Black Beauty and Pride and Prejudice. They were my pride and joy because of their size. They weren’t the same size as mom’s books and neither were they weirdly big like my sister’s children’s books. They were a unique…
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Any time I tell someone I’m a writer, I have received one of two questions. It’s either are you published. Or where can I read you. The second question is answered easily enough. I have a blog now and it is the most comprehensive way to read how or what I write. The first question…
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